Monday, November 3, 2014

Spanked by the Bad Boy

Spanked by the Bad Boy

Bad Boy Fever Series

London Saint James

Decadent Publishing

Cover Art by Mina Carter

57 pgs, 49k words

Contemporary Erotic
Romance (Spanking),

Suspense, Thriller, Heat
level 5

As the personal assistant to the owner of one of the top engineering firms in Denver, Tiffany Brooks has worked hard at maintaining a professional façade, intent on ridding herself of terrible habits—like her attraction to bad boys. But when the owner of DC Construction rides his chopper into her world two years after their one-time anonymous sexual encounter, everything turns upside down.

Declan Cage is the type of guy who makes a lasting impression, especially with women, yet the gorgeous assistant at Stoub Engineering never remembers his name—or does she? Intrigued by her game, her sexier than sin body, and an infuriating prissy attitude, Ms. Brooks is begging to be taken into hand, and he’s the man to do it. Armed with the knowledge Declan doesn’t recognize her, will Tiffany give in to her desire for him yet again, or will her past come back to haunt them both and ruin their chance at something real?

Willing to go where she knew she shouldn’t
tread, she did what he asked, throwing

one
leg over his lap, knees sinking into the leather cushion on either side of his
denim

clad
thighs. His hands went to her hips. Slid down farther, where he stopped. His

fingertips
touched her flesh. Using his thumbs, he stroked the front of her thighs,

undoing
her. Shivers traversed her arms and legs. Her sex pulsed.

He inched her skirt up, working until the fabric
bunched around her waist. When cool

air
struck the back of her thighs, one side of his mouth quirked up. He appeared
pleased

with
himself for exposing her panties.

“I’ll give you exactly what you crave,” he said
and ripped the thong from her body.

Tiffany sucked in a breath. He threw the
tattered silk to the floor with his right hand

while
flicking her clit ring with the forefinger of his left. “Nice adornment.” He
tugged on

her
piercing, giving her the right amount of pressure. “But you need me to scratch
your

itch,
don’t you, baby?”

She’d come too far to lie about what she needed
now. Nodding, she whispered,

“Harder.”

He chuckled, and the sound was a flashpoint of
sensation added to the slow stroke of

the
fingers he’d slipped between her crease.

She leaned forward, hand resting on the top of
the sofa by his head, and kissed him.

While
their tongues tangled, he rubbed her, his other hand going to her hair where he

tugged
the clip, releasing the long strands. They tumbled down her back in time with
his

palm
curling around the base of her neck, claiming her.

Oh, she liked the way he took possession.
Everything feminine inside her needed the

pure
maleness of him.

Tiffany nibbled at his bottom lip, pulling scant
inches from his mouth. “You make me

burn,”
she admitted.

“The feeling is mutual,” he said and plunged a
finger inside of her.

“Ahh, yeah,” she uttered her approval.

He shoved his finger deeper. “You’re so wet.”

“Yes.”

Her hand went to his bulging crotch. She
squeezed him through his jeans. He

groaned.
With nimble fingers, she unbuttoned his fly, freeing his thick cock from the

denim.
When the heavy head rested in her palm, she smiled. He was fantastic, and she’d

known
from past experience he’d be commando.

Wrapping her fingers around the base of his
superb erection, she began to pump him.

“Good?”

“Hell, yes,” he said and fingered her in
earnest, inserting another. His thumb pressed

hard
against her clitoris, sending heated spikes of sensation through her body.

She moaned, spreading the silken pre-cum leaking
from him with her fingertip and

licking
her lips. Tiffany wanted to taste him. Put her lips over the crown. Skim her

mouth
along his shaft. Take him down the back of her throat. She swallowed, knowing

the
feeling when she took him inside her pussy would be even better. She needed to

experience
her sex stretched over the head of his dick again. The fiery invasion. The

awareness
of being totally filled when he pressed into her tight channel.

Her chest heaving, she mumbled, “Condom.”

“Sorry, sugar. We’ll have to settle for this,”
he said. Declan removed his fingers from

her
body and tugged her hips down on him before he placed his steel between her

feminine
folds. “Slide your sweetness along the length of my cock.”

Oh, God. She was so slick, she easily
made the glide up and down, her chest rubbing

against his.

In the next instant, he splayed his large hands
across her ass, pulling her against him

even
tighter. This was good, sex without penetration, something she’d never done

before,
and the delicious sensation had her nipples pebbled hard against the material
of

her
bra, but when he flicked out his tongue, everything got better. She moaned and
gave

him
access to her neck, where he wasted no time and tickled the hollow of her
throat

before
he nipped at the soft flesh with his teeth. She shivered.

“There you go.” The vibration of his deep voice
sent a wave of pleasure across the

canvas
of her flesh. Every part of her body hungered for his touch. He slapped her
ass.

She jumped and lost her rhythm—taken aback.
“Faster,” he demanded, and she didn’t

have
time to consider if she liked the swat or not. He spanked her again. “Move your
fine

ass.”

She complied, sliding herself up and down. He
slapped her ass once more, but this

time
the sensation sent a buzz to her already-stimulated clit. The joy spreading
across

her
caught— a wildfire.

“Again,” she uttered in a breathy voice.

“Like that, do you?”

God help her, she did.

Author Bio & Links:

London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them. As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.